Come Back to Me

"Tracy..."

He didn't notice his anxiety in his tone.

Her way was blocked by Brody. When Tracy was going to push away Brody who was standing in front of the door, she found that she was so weak that she was held into his arms.

He held her soft hand.

Brody frowned and shouted at her angrily, "can't you speak?"

Looking at her pale and stubborn face, he had some inexplicable feelings in his heart.

His heart trembled with the bleeding hand.

As she caught the subtext of his words, she gave a bitter and beautiful smile and said, "Brody, I don't care about your pity at all."

She tried to withdraw her hand, but it was too soft to lift a little bit of strength.

The porcelain seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.

Brody carefully held up both of her hands to see, which hurt Tracy deeply.

"Ray, fetch a bowl of water and a knife from the kitchen." Turning around, Brody said softly to Ray.

Ray nodded his head obediently.

With his brows furrowed, he bent over to check her palm.

The bloody shredded porcelain was inserted into her flesh.

"Does it hurt?"

Brody looked at Tracy and said.

His tone was a kind of pampering blame.

He seemed to be complaining about her unruly behavior.

He was complaining that she didn't take good care of herself.

"It's none of your business." Tracy said while withdrawing her hands back

She stared at him stubbornly, and her eyes were full of disgust.

"Tracy Don't be so ungrateful! "

He shouted angrily and felt uncomfortable when she looked at him in disgust.

"That's ridiculous."

She turned her head.

After a few seconds, Tracy ran towards the door through Brody's inattention.

"Come here?"

Seeing that Tracy was about to run to the door. Brody pulled a long face.

Then, he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. At this moment, on the floor of the study, on the ground, Tracy's clothes and even her little face were stained with blood.

Brody's hands were scarlet with blood too. He directly lifted her to his chest when he saw that Tracy was stubbornly glaring at him again.

Pulling the chair aside.

Ray nodded to Brody and walked out quietly when he sent the basin and the knife.

He didn't even cast a glance at Tracy from beginning to end.

However, there was sadness on Tracy's face

Roy was just a kid, but he had already learned how to pretend to be nice to others. The fierceness and coldness of Ray in front of Tracy was in sharp contrast to his obedience in front of Brody.

almost thought Ray were two boy.

"Ah --"

in her palm brought her back to

of the pain and

she was stopped by Brody forcibly.

coldly, frowning.

he had to

Would hurt.

the pale face of Tracy, and his heart trembled

couldn't bear to see her in such a pain.

"No --"

soon as the point of the knife touched her

knife, not to

take her hand back, but failed, because her hand was tightly held by Brody.

blood stained Tracy's and

full of fear

"You know it hurts?"

your business. You don't have to be

spat out the last word, she took a leap from the chair to the ground stiffly, her hand

that Tracy's hand was dyed red by blood again, Brody lost his patience.

"Have a seat --"

sort of threatening this time.

more stubborn

"No --"

her

him coldly,

looked at him

seemed that he remembered what he was doing after being reminded by

as cold as ice. He pulled her to

me to care about you? How Shamless you

He snorted.

furious that he tightly pressed on her

you up

to threaten.

hurt so much

if she

"A little bit painful..."

said with hesitation.

heart skipped a beat when he saw the

little pain flashed

was very feeble, but she

Tracy didn't say anything but stared at

you feel painful, you can shout

down at her. Then he made up

pointed the sharp knife at the wound on her palm.

stared at the dagger intending to be stabbed into her flesh. She

fear rose from the bottom of his heart.

her own thought

knife was to be stabbed into her body, it must be shaken back and forth in

"Hmm --"

sharp knife was stuck in her palm, Tracy almost let out a scream,

teeth, she hummed.

"Clap -"

Brody's hand and

know whether it was

held the hilt of the knife. He was a little hesitant when he felt the

give up so easily. He gritted her teeth and pierced the knife a few inches deeper, although he tried

the sharp pain in her palm seemed to affect

the knife cutting

little face was twisted from tangle to twisted. Because of the pain, her whole body could not help but twist on

the pain, her eyes finally could not

cut and

to cry out several times to stop Brody.

"Idiot --"

couldn't do